Random Meanderings

So Steven Gerrard is staying with Liverpool for the princely sum of 100, 000 pounds per week (why, oh why, do I not have the pound sign on my keyboard. The Euro I have for some unknown reason.) He claims that he felt that Liverpool didn't want him, not the other way round. Since when have 25 year old pro athletes started acting like 12 year girls wondering whether a certain boy likes her or not? No, I figure what really happened was he was up early this morning and was surfing the net and because he has nothing better to do he decided to read some blogs from Canada and just happened upon mine and said that Emma is right, I am being an eejit. I am currently awaiting his thank you in the comment area. Anytime, Steven.

Since this is called a day in the life of a terrible mother I wonder should I not tell you all (that would be all of no one and Steven Gerrard, of course) about my day? First, let me say that is not so much that I am a terrible mother (well on some days I most certainly am) it is more that I am not the GREAT mother I vowed I would be when I was a teenager and was hating my mother for some crime she had committed. Anyhow, I brought Saoirse into bed with me at some point in the very early morning, didn't bother to look at the clock. She woke up at about 8.30 and played with her toes, happily gurgling away. Playing with your toes will only keep you happy for so long so by 9 we were downstairs. Managed to take a shower at 11 as Saoirse was in a v. good mood, playing with Liam. Had to dress in a hurry though, and forget about drying my hair, as she will only be in a good mood with someone else for 10 minutes or so. Needless to say, as I pulled my shirt over my head there were the two of them at the bedroom door. Ah, what else... did some cleaning, certainly not as much as I should have, and then some laundry. Played with baby, took a walk over to Candy's to pick up my new Roots water bottles that we split a pack of (4 for $14...god, that Costco is amazing), clouded over while we were there; finally, it's the rain I've prayed for. It started soon after we got home with wind and hail and a pounding rain. Was over as quickly as it came...didn't even get a chance to see it as I was typing up a memo for a meeting I have to have with a bunch of Newfie wankers. Liam went out in it and was soaked, plus had a welt on his leg from a particularly large hailstone. Talked to Taylor on the phone, she is loving England. Read a bit of a book (a novel about the canals in and around Birmingham, am having a bit of a hard time getting into it.) Made Liam his desired supper of marinated drumsticks...must find out what is wrong with my oven as it is taking forever to heat up. Watched Coronation Street, we are 10 months behind England, caught up to what is going on over there on corrie.net. Briefly went onto yahoo and had a wee chat with Charlie (quite honestly, if it weren't for Charlie I wouldn't even bother with yahoo), talked to William on phone, Liam's having a sleepover, will soon be calling down to them to tell them to turn off the playstation and get to bed. And that so far has been my day. I know, I know you are dying to trade places with me. No worries, Steven, I will be on the pitch for you come August.

So what else to tell you...some fucking eejits in the states want Oprah nominated for a Nobel Peace Prize. Now let me say that I do love Oprah, I wish I had been one of the people to get a free car/wardrobe/makeover/house/dreamcometrue/whateverelsesheisgivingaway but really people, has she ended a war? Started a peacekeeping force (a la Lester B. Pearson)? Has she brought peace to the world? I don't think so people and for that matter neither has Bob Geldof, it was just announced on the news that some group wants him nominated. For Gods sakes when will it end? If I see one more Brad Pitt/George Clooney/Bono star gooddoer I am liable to scream. I say to these people donate your own fucking money, my bloody country hasn't been able to put an end to child poverty in its own backyard. I certainly agree with the theory, and yes the Western world needs to be involved, but frankly if I were Blair or Martin or Chirac (not Bush, just the thought of him makes me want to cry) I would refuse on the merits that these stars have more money together than the GNP of all of Africa I am sure. Does Brad Pitt really need a 20, 000 sq. ft house? No, he can live in 1200 like I do. Move down, Brad, and donate the proceeds to whoever you want to in Africa. Look there's $11 million just from the sale of 1 mansion. That'll feed how many people? Note I leave Angelina Jolie out of this, due to the fact that she has adopted 2 children from 2 different Third World countries. I do sort of admire her. But even so, does she need 3 houses?

Only 11 more days until William arrives. Magic.
Must go, it is time for Jon Stewart. Another 20 minutes of wishing I owned Depends.